Leo stands and pulls me up into a hug. “I’m sorry you’re going through this.”
“Well, I’m sorry I’m getting mascara all over your expensive suit,” I blubber through my tears that come when he soothes me.
Leo has always been there for me as a support system.
Even after Camila passed and Nate and I broke up, he always called, made sure I was okay, and visited when he could.
“I’ll bill your brother.”
That gets a real laugh out of me.
I pull back and wipe my tears. “Thanks for understanding.”
“I might have overacted a bit.”
“You think?” I raise my brows jokingly. “But I love you anyway.”
“So, by the looks of it, you haven’t told him.”
I cringe at the thought of what I have to do tonight. “I was going home this weekend to tell him, but he just showed up as a surprise, so I’m doing it tonight.”
“Does Mase know?”
I shake my head. “I wanted to get it over with before I told anyone.”
Leo’s phone buzzes, and Lizzy’s voice comes over the speaker. “Sorry to interrupt, Leo, but your three o’clock meeting is about to start in the conference room.”
“Okay. We’re almost done.”
“I also accepted a package for Madeline. It’s here for her when you’re done.”
“Thanks.” He looks at me when she hangs up. “If you need to call me tonight, I don’t care what time it is. I’ll answer.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, truly thankful for his friendship.
He holds the door for me and gestures for me to go first, and what I find on Lizzy’s desk puts an instant smile on my face.
Today is the day for gifts, apparently.
“Are those from Mase?”
I nod and pop a piece of dark Belgian chocolate in my mouth.
He bought them for me years ago, and I’ve been obsessed with them ever since, but I’ve never bought them myself.
They cost a fortune, so he imports them for me on special occasions.
“Want one?” I mutter around a full mouth, holding the box out to Lizzy and Leo.
“These are amazing,” Lizzy exclaims as her eyes bulge from the fudgy goodness.
“So you still haven’t forgiven him?” Leo asks as he scans the box looking for the one he wants.
I shrug and chuckle more myself. “I did last week.”
He looks at me, surprised. “So why is he still sending you apology gifts?”
I take another chocolate and say sweetly, “Because he deserves to sweat a little. And I deserve gifts.”
